joanna71088

I used to say “I Love You” to my first boyfriend all the time. That was my sophomore year in high school, when I thought that all you needed for a good relationship was a phone call every night and the occasional rendezvous behind the portables for a quick make-out session. I broke up with that boyfriend but we got back together several months later. In that period, we never said “I Love You,” but we both realized that it was a sore point in our relationship. Somehow, I never got to the place where I could say it to him or to myself and truly mean it. I’m sorry that it ever got to that and we broke up without ever discussing how we really felt about each other.

I’m now waiting for the day where I can find the man who understands my soul, inside and out, and can tell me that he loves me without ever hesitating to do so.

I love my mother. I’ve been away at college and I missed her terribly. However, being back at home for a short period has made me realize why we argued so much. She tends to nag and worry..quite a bit too much. I take after my father—I’m arrogant, selfish, a terrible listener, and quite stubborn.

I need to work on some things.

I wouldn’t really consider myself a shy person, but I just can’t seem to strike up conversations with strangers out of the blue! I’m a firm believer that each individual has a unique or interesting story to tell that has the ability to affect me in some way. I think that if I could talk to strangers more often, I could gain perspective and life knowledge.